I was lounging on our couch tucked up next to Cort one evening this weekend.
Charlie was on the floor laughing at his feet.
Eddie decided to climb up on the couch next to me.
He started to stroke my lower leg.
It was…awkward. And so I said with a giggle, “Eddie. Cut it out. That is awkward.”
He just smiled and kept doing it…and then he started tickling.
My retaliation was to cow bite his leg. Of course he started laughing so hard he hardly made a sound. When he could finally catch his breath he yelled, “DON’T MOM! THAT’S AWKWARD!”
Funny. But not the end of the story.
Later that weekend we were at a friend’s house, and Eddie says in front of everyone…
“Hey mom, remember when you did that awkward thing to me on the couch?”
Yes, there was uncomfortable silence.
Along with Cort snorting because he was laughing so hard.
Thanks for the back up, dude.
It should be clear that I most certainly did NOT do anything “awkward” to my 3-year old son. Other than teach him the word “awkward” without a clear lesson on how to use said word.